I've got nothing to say but it's okay.

I actually have a semi-longish post brewing about parents, projection, and labels, but it's written in crankiness, so I'm going to let it brew for awhile.

I read The Dark Lady of DNA, about Rosalind Franklin, this week, and now I have to read Watson's The Double Helix as a companion piece/foil. It had to do w/Jewish people, so my dad was of course interested in it. We had a lovely chat re how the family name Waley was anglicized from Levi; he had a cousin who changed his name from Cohen to Quinn ("the shmuck," my dad sometimes adds).

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I'm interested in/semi-bummed that NAAR has merged with Autism Speaks, b/c I just think Autism Speaks is a stupid name for an organization. It keeps making me think of Harpo Marx's autobiography Harpo Speaks. The disability doesn't speak. Those who have the disability may speak. I just think it's dumb, doesn't work as metaphor, and lacks gravitas, but then, NAAR didn't raise $30 million in nine months. The WSJ had a longish article yesterday about James Simons and the money he's donating, which will ultimately be on the order of $100 million.